On Saturday the 12th, Carter and Harrison were playing with their friend Nicky. Nicky's mom dropped them off here about 6:00 and they met Hubby outside. She and Hubby were talking and Carter went to play on our little play structure. In a few minutes Hubby heard crying and saw all the neighborhood kids gathered around Carter. Carter got up and walked over, holding his arm and crying. Hubby ran in, got the keys, and told me he was taking him to the hospital. Apparently Carter had been pushed down the slide, fallen off the side, and fell face down on the ground, putting out his arms to catch himself.
These pictures are kind of gross - sorry.
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| His hand is totally out of alignment with his arm. |
The doctor called it a "green stick" fracture - it didn't break totally apart, but was more like a bent tree branch. We all thought it looked like the scene in the Harry Potter movie, where Harry breaks his arm and the professor puts a spell on it and the bone disappears... ewwwwww.
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| Pretty gross looking. |
Carter was so brave. He hardly cried, unless someone suggested they were going to touch his arm - then he would freak. Otherwise he was really big about it.
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| This is the first splint they gave him. |
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| Ahhhhh....morphine. |
He was feeling pretty good after they started his IV. They told him they were putting a "straw" in his arm so it could drink the medicine. Pretty smart.
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| Pretty sleepy. |
They gave him the white bear in the X-ray department. Later, after his surgery, the nurse bandaged the bear's arm and put it in a little sling. It was so cute.
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| Hospital jammies |
He ate so late in the day that they didn't want to wait the six hours and then set his arm at two in the morning, so they had us spend the night and set it around 8:00 AM on Sunday. Hubby and I both stayed with him.
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| After surgery. |
Carter slept till around noon, then woke up and was ready to eat immediately. No throwing up, or anything - we were so glad. Pretty soon he was up and walking around, going to the bathroom, and taking oral pain medication, so we were able to go home. This picture was taken about the point that he was eating in bed, watching
Meet the Robinsons on TV - the hospital has movies on demand - and just loving life. He even said, "This is fun." He cried when it was time to go home, he was having such a great time at the hospital... which I guess is good.
So far at home, he's been back to his normal self. He refuses to take the pain medication and hasn't complained about hurting, so he must have a much higher tolerance for pain than I have. I'm grateful for good doctors and nurses, hospitals, medicines, and care, and that everything went as well as it did.
